Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Unwound,
Fear,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.